The Virgin Street Girl
Episode 19 ??
Written by: Frank The Writer
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I got back to Cyndy’s apartment and it all felt like I was trapped for life. My mom would have come herself if only she knew the road to Cyndy’s apartment. Each time she talked to me on the phone, she was screaming and asked why I haven’t come back yet. I tried my best to convince her I’d come back. I went as far as telling her that Cyndy wanted to pay me off, that she needed me to wait for a little more time, so she could get money. I was able to calm her down.
At that period of my life with Cyndy, I felt like I was living for someone else. Nothing ever felt cool anymore. I reflected on how Cyndy and I crossed paths that very night and how she had transformed my life beyond what I could control; the mark on my neck and her weird actions and reactions were something that made me feel I was trapped for life.
I was desperate to figure thighs out. Then, I remembered Lisa. I recalled how she exchanged words with Cyndy that night at the club. She seemed to have known her that much, I presumed.
I summoned courage and texted Lisa. I needed to find out what she knew about Cyndy.
Sadly, Lisa wasn’t replying to my WhatsApp messages. She seemed to be mad at me. She read a few messages of mine which were merely greetings but she left no response. Not until I hit the nail on the head—I told her exactly why I was texting and what I needed from her.
She eventually replied when I told her I was trapped and needed to leave Cyndy’s apartment. Lisa replied with a laughing emoji. She made a mockery of my misery and taunted me for the choice I made. She said I chose a devil incarnate over her. Lisa said all manner of things and that included calling me an ingrate and selfish fellow. She said I went after the highest bidder.
“You deserve everything you are getting right now because that’s what you wanted,” she texted.
“Lisa, please, I’m stuck here, my mom is worried. She also feels I’m trapped here. Can you help me?”
“And what made you think I will help you?”
“I’m sorry. I know I offended you but, please just this last time. I’m fed up here. I don’t want to live here anymore.”
“What do you suggest we do?” Lisa queried.
“I don’t even know. I tried sneaking out but she mysteriously caught me. I would have been dead or injured as well. It was such a terrible night.”
“Hmm.. You are risking your life.”
“I just want to leave by all means. It’s desperation.”
“Cyndy is a b!tch! She’s evil and a cult girl.”
I felt a shiver down my spine when the message popped up on my screen. I had so much adrenaline rushing through my blood that I was losing control of myself.
“d@mn! What do you mean by that? Does it mean I can’t get off her bondage?”
“No. That’s not exactly what I meant. Just for you to know the kind of person you are dealing with. But you don’t have to be worried. We will find a way..”
“Thank you, Lisa. I will forever be grateful.”
My conversation with Lisa was quite reliving and it gave me hope that someday I would be free. The only thing I could think of during those moments was my freedom and nothing else.
After that horrible incident with the two robbers, I dreaded going out at night and couldn’t think of anything else rather than my escape plan. Cyndy knew I was fed up but didn’t want me to leave yet. She still explored me to her satisfaction whenever she gets in the mood. It was no longer pleasurable to me. My mind was saturated that all I wanted was to go home.
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That fateful night, Lisa and I had planned my escape route. It was one of those Friday nights. Cyndy was going to Les party. When she called my attention, I told her I was having cramps. I lied and she left me to be. She left with Chris the driver. Meanwhile, Lisa and I were communicating on WhatsApp. I texted her where she would come and pick me up. She was at the party too. She only have to be sure Cyndy was gone with the party vibes and then she would drive to Cyndy’s apartment, and we would be gone—that was the game plan.
At around 11:58 pm, I got a WhatsApp text from Lisa saying I should get ready and wait for her. I felt my heart beating faster, thudding against my ribs.
At that time, everyone in the house was fast asleep. I sneaked down the stairs. I knew every creak and groan in the staircase and had to avoid them. I hurried down without causing anyone to wake.
“Jane, I’m close. Get ready and be cautious,” Lisa texted. She must be driving at that moment. I stood and contemplated either to leave with my bags or leave them behind and run for my dear life. I didn’t want anything to hold me back, so I took the most important stuff and waited for Lisa’s arrival. I had a small bag that contained all the worldly possessions dear to me.
You can imagine what an ordeal it was to go out that night and hopefully find a way through the goddamn awful creaky fence instead of getting queried at the gate. I doubted if Ahmed, the gatekeeper had gone to bed. My heart was racing faster and faster.
Freedom was so close. I could smell it. I placed two wooden chairs close to the fence. I was going to take the risk of my life. It was worth it and I needed to take it. Once I reached the top, I looked carefully and observed. There were green grasses where I landed and paused for some seconds. My legs hurt so badly. There were bruises on my both knees.
It wasn’t that much of a tall fence but was way above 7ft.
I picked up as soon as I breathed and ran about a few meters down the road until I reached the creek where Lisa was designated to wait for me. I stopped only once. For just a second, to look back. I debated whether I wanted to look back — I was afraid I’d jinx myself if I did— but then I thought: this is a huge moment in my life and I wanted to take just one more look at Cyndy’s apartment.
I paused, turned around, and looked. Everything was quiet. No movement, no noise, no lights, nothing. I was safe. No one knew I wasn’t up in my room sound asleep. I took off again as fast as I could to where I told Lisa to park.
She wasn’t there! She must have come and gone without me! My heart almost stopped. Then I saw a little light from the car door opening. She had parked off the road. I ran towards the car, and jumped in the front passenger’s seat, Lisa held onto the steering and we went off.
Lisa was smiling as she speeded through the tarred road.
To be continued…
© Frank The Writer